Hei Fengshen's infinite deduction to become a saint

"My lord, today's tribute has been delivered."

A low, respectful voice sounded, and Li Changshou opened his eyes from his drowsy state.

The scene that came into view made his pupils shrink.

A middle-aged, burly man dressed in animal skins knelt respectfully before him, holding up a bowl of murky blood.

The pungent smell of blood assaulted Li Changshou's nostrils, making him feel nauseous, yet his body felt a craving, as if he wanted to drink the bowl of blood.

Li Changshou felt a chill run down his spine, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes. "What's going on? Why would I want to drink this kind of thing?"

Just as he was panicking, a massive amount of information exploded in his mind, and Li Changshou's vision went black; he almost fainted.

"Ah..." With a low growl, the burly savage kneeling in front of him snapped to attention, burying his head even deeper, not daring to lift it at all, his body trembling slightly, utterly terrified.

Li Changshou's face was contorted with rage, and his head was throbbing with pain, making him wish he could smash his head against the ground.

The excruciating pain came and went quickly, subsiding abruptly in a few breaths, and he regained consciousness.

Li Changshou's eyes were filled with terror and disbelief, and a hint of despair lingered within them.

"The seventh year of Emperor Yi's reign?"

"Isn't this the year the Investiture of the Gods was signed?"

"The War of the Gods is about to begin in thirty years."

"But the problem is, this is not a normal Investiture of the Gods world at all; this is actually a bizarre Investiture of the Gods world."

"This is terrifying..."

Li Changshou was filled with despair; the memories he had just received had greatly shocked him.

He transmigrated, becoming a nominal disciple of the Jie Sect in the East Sea.

His Taoist name was Wuming, and his real name was Li Changshou. He occupied an unnamed island and opened an unnamed cave dwelling.

He was practicing a fragment of the Jie Sect's lost manual, the Shangqing Tunling Record.

The contents recorded above were extremely bizarre, but the original owner practiced them without hesitation.

One of the Three Pure Ones, originating from the Jie Sect, is the most orthodox cultivation method in this world.

But the problem is that all spiritual practices in this world ultimately boil down to two words – cannibalism.

Li Changshou remained silent for a long time, then took a deep breath and came to his senses from the shock of time travel.

Looking at the person in front of him, he saw that the other party was a native of this island, a tribal chief, and also the source of his original cultivation blood food.

One bowl of human blood every day is used to refine the original body's essence into qi.

Seeing the other person kneeling on the ground, trembling slightly, Li Changshou tried his best to keep his voice calm and not reveal anything unusual.

A slightly hoarse voice rang out, "Leave your things here, now you can leave."

The savage leader trembled, knelt respectfully and retreated until he reached the outside of the cave before getting up and scrambling away.

In the dim cave, several luminous pearls emitted a faint glow, making Li Changshou's face flicker.

He stood up, took a few steps out of the cave, and looked down the mountain.

The nameless cave is located on a solitary peak on the east side of this island, offering a panoramic view of the entire island.

The island stretches for dozens of miles, and not far from the mountain peaks, you can see a small village and a large area of ​​cultivated farmland.

Hundreds of figures were busy at work, and the rest of the area was dense forest.

The world before my eyes was a hazy gray, the sun in the sky was tinged with dark red, and the whole world was shrouded in a deep red light.

The stars in the sky also shimmered with all sorts of eerie colors, their silvery brilliance carrying various dark and unsettling shadows, as if something were wandering within them.

Just looking at those stars, a strange murmur flickers in my heart.

He quickly lowered his head and looked around at the sea.

The sea was a grayish-brown color, unlike the azure blue of the normal world, and it was eerie.

After watching for a while, Li Changshou felt a sense of oppression that made his mind waver.

Li Changshou couldn't help but shudder, silently reciting a strange scripture.

The "Calming Mantra" is a chapter in the "Shangqing Tunlinglu".

Without this mantra, one cannot practice the Dharma at all.

"This is too bizarre; this world of Investiture of the Gods is completely abnormal."

Swallowing hard, Li Changshou turned and went back to his cave with a complicated expression.

Looking at the bowl of blood on the ground at the cave entrance, he frowned slightly and raised his hand to touch it.

Within his dantian, a mysterious seed of magic flickered, and a dark flame rose from his dantian, flying out from a finger of his right hand, instantly engulfing the bowl of blood and burning it to ashes.

As the deep, dark blue-black energy within his body dissipated, Li Changshou's eyes seemed to hold a thoughtful expression.

In that instant, he felt an extraordinary power within his body.

Suddenly, he stared intently at his right hand, a withered hand with a faint reddish tinge, and a burning sensation crept into his heart.

"Is this the price to pay for magic and cultivation techniques?"

His hands are becoming inhuman; one day, he will completely transform into a monster.

Li Changshou took a deep breath and turned back to his cave.

He sat cross-legged on a brown futon, his expression shifting between light and dark.

"There are still more than 20 years until the deification ceremony, I must find a way to survive."

"If this were a normal world of the Investiture of the Gods, I could simply go to the West and become one of the three thousand mortals in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation."

"But this is a bizarre world of gods and immortals. If I go to the West, I might not even have a self anymore. I might become some kind of strange Buddhist puppet."

Thinking of the information that Li Changshou's original self had heard and seen, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"There is also a crisis that is just around the corner."

"The time for the Jie Sect to collect offerings this year is approaching, and the original owner is still short of a batch of resources to prepare."

The disciples of the Jie Sect in this world must make offerings to the Biyou Palace on Golden Turtle Island every year.

Whether it's the Human Religion, the Chan Religion, or the Western Religion, all disciples must offer tribute.

The offerings submitted consisted of only one type of item: cultivation essence materials refined from the blood, flesh, and souls of various living beings.

Skin can be refined into magical skin, bones into magical bones, the five internal organs into various essences and magical materials, and even the soul can be refined into soul essence, soul pearls, and so on.

Each major power has its own refining methods, and even a single magic skin can be divided into different grades and refined into various different effects.

Most of the materials came from the human race.

Just thinking about the information in his mind made Li Changshou feel goosebumps.

"This world has gone completely mad."

As a time traveler, he possessed basic morality, and this terrifying world was simply unbearable.

Taking a deep breath, Li Changshou suppressed his fear.

"The first thing is to thoroughly familiarize myself with all of the original owner's techniques and cultivation levels."

With his eyes slightly closed, a dark cyan aura circulated within his body.

This is the Shangqing Devouring Spirit Qi, which has many wonderful uses.

As the eerie energy circulated, Li Changshou felt a chill run through his body.

Three different colored magic seeds floated in his dantian, representing the three spells he had cultivated, each with a unique effect.

"Shangqing Burning Spirit Fire", "Mysterious Nine Escape Techniques", and "Shangqing Unfallen Qi" are respectively offensive, escape, and defensive spells.

As the eerie energy circulated, strands of essence within the body were drawn out, gradually transforming into a wisp of eerie energy to replenish the energy consumed during the spellcasting.

But as the eerie energy surged up the twelfth floor and entered the Niwan Palace, Li Changshou felt a jolt in his mind and his brain shone brightly.

A fragment, entirely blue and incomplete, appeared in his mind.

The fragment was only the size of a thumb, with one side rounded and the other two sides forming sharp angles, and it appeared to be part of a disc.

At this moment, the eerie energy rushed into the Niwan Palace, and the shattered jade stump unleashed boundless suction, swallowing all of the eerie energy.

Li Changshou felt a chill run down his spine as all the eerie energy in his body surged into him like a wild horse.

"Oh no, what is this...?"

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